The tournament of swords was one the biggest annual events at Mount Hua, held every autumn and open to all disciples. During my first couple of years here, I had always wished to be able to prove myself in those matches and make Bai Ye proud.
That thought still lingered in my mind, and now that Qi Lian had mentioned it, I felt an urge to give it a try. But on the other hand, what would it prove if I were to win a tournament with someone else's spiritual power? It seemed like cheating. And what if others question my speed of improvement?
After leaving Xie Lun's hall, I was so busy with those thoughts that I barely noticed where my feet had brought me until I was already at our front gate.
